Thursday, February 4, 2010

Moving House

I'd hate to be a hoarder. I'm not a hoarder though. I'm more like a minimalist. I have to organise and reduce everything. Obsessively. All the items in the first aid / bathroom cupboard. Can't have two bottles of shampoo. No. One has to go. It's like the more stuff there is the more out of control my life feels. The more I feel bogged down. However, there's a certain amount of stuff that, pragmatically, you just can't do without. Moving house makes this all too apparent. It makes you realise how much stuff you have. How dependent you are on all this stuff. Cutlery, plates, teapots, stereos, tvs, toaster, hair drier, sunscreen, towels, toilet paper, blankets, books, chairs, pillows, winter jackets, hats, running shoes, work shoes, summer shoes, dressy shoes. And all the bits and pieces that are left behind on the floor when you're taken the boxes. But when you're moving house, things are everywhere. You do have a lot of stuff. It is all over the place, out of order. There's nothing you can do to make the knot go away.

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LICORICE PIXIE's OCD

A 30 year old Academic, I suffer mild but clinical Obsessive Compulsive Disorder and consequent panic attacks. I envisage physical spaces, events, time periods, and sometimes even conversations as having spatial qualities which then need to be clean, smooth, ordered, or clear. It's usually tidiness not cleanliness which is an issue for me, and my OCD behavior is a direct response to stress or depression.

I hope that my blogged experiences are helpful or informative to any readers, and I would be interested in being in contact with anyone who suffers a similar form of OCD as I.

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I won't blog about anything other than my experiences with and my reflections on OCD, as that is the primary purpose of this blog.